Hope— hope springs eternal, but I'm finding the well dry of late.

My wife's sister is dying of cancer.

A while back, a friend recommended this song to me. “Just sit and listen and draw what you feel and hear.” This was what came out.

You can’t go back and change the beginning, but you can start where you are and change the ending.

A series of essays exploring my experiences with alcohol and alcoholism

There is

The wealthy have changed hands at the top level of government.

My mother used to take me to used bookstores.

Some find themselves only after they are lost.

Between the stacks I heard your quiet sigh.

Between the stacks I heard your quiet sigh.